Low Roar
The Painter
There's a painter who stares at miles of whiteAll aroundEach color he's dreamed is lost in thought and can't be foundCan't be foundTakes a walk through his head to ask his friendsIf they'd come outCome out from your shells, come chat with me and walk aroundWalk aroundThis is all ours to fuck withThis is all ours to tauntThis is our home, our stomping groundWhat's stopping us?What's stopping us?What's stopping us?Wake up from your sleep, they're only dreams Not solid groundYou'd keep your eyes closed if you had known What I have foundWhat I have foundCan you blame me for not wanting both feet On the groundSongtexteWhile you follow routine and waste your days I'm in the cloudsRaining downThis is all ours to fuck withThis is all ours to tauntThis is our home, our stomping groundWhat's stopping us?What's stopping us?What's stopping us?
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